"Alright, then you must do as I say. I'll pick an auspicious day and find you a good household to marry into, so just wait peacefully to be married off," the three-eyed young senior chuckled heartily.
Tyrant Kindness: "..."
"Master, that joke was so cold I'm starting to freeze up," the eyeball butler muttered quietly.
As soon as it finished speaking, it was impaled to the ground by a casual spear thrown by the three-eyed young senior, and blood spilled all over the place.
The master's temper has been growing worse and worse lately, he'd go straight to physically stabbing it in the heart over trivial things, which is too irritable... This isn't good.
As an excellent butler, it felt it should find a way to adjust the master's state and improve his irritable mood.
[Maybe dietary therapy would help.] The eyeball butler thought to itself, it needed to check what the ruler of the Netherworld could take to make it easier for him to fall asleep.
